Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

ZING!

When the God had put together Nunataq, he had thought less about the pretty-princess-get-a-boy-marry-live-happily-ever-after kind of girl, but more of a war-machine. Not particularly pretty or gifted with all the good graces and amiable qualities of the best of the princess-race, tomboy from head to toes and tip of her tail. A kid, who preferred to tinker with cars and toy soldiers than with ponies and barbies.

And yet... still a girl, still a female and a growing sense of self-awareness, as she grew into adulthood. She decided early on that a direct approach would not work on this guy (and could end badly for her, if she attempted), but his smile indicated that she had got through at some part of his defenses. She responded with the most sincere and convincing beam of her own, wiggled few steps away from the guy and dropped down in a play-bow, looking up at him with charming, innocent eyes and an invitation for a game.